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Morning and Evening

January 23, Evening

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"We will remember Thy love more than wine." — Song of Songs 1:4 · KJV

Jesus will not let His people forget His love. If all the love they have enjoyed should be forgotten, He will visit them with fresh love. "Do you forget My cross?" He says. "I will make you remember it, for at My table I will show Myself to you anew. Do you forget what I did for you in the council-chamber of eternity? I will remind you, for you will need a counselor and will find Me ready at your call." Mothers do not let their children forget them. If the boy has gone off to Australia and does not write home, his mother writes, "Has John forgotten his mother?" And back comes a tender letter proving that the gentle reminder was not in vain. So it is with Jesus. He says to us, "Remember Me," and our answer is, "We will remember Thy love." We will remember Your love and its matchless history. It is as ancient as the glory You had with the Father before the world was. We remember, O Jesus, Your eternal love, when You became our Surety and betrothed us to Yourself. We remember the love that moved You to sacrifice Yourself — the love that, until the fullness of time, brooded over that sacrifice and longed for the hour of which it was written, "Lo, I come." We remember Your love, O Jesus, as it was shown to us in Your holy life, from the manger of Bethlehem to the garden of Gethsemane. We trace You from the cradle to the grave, for every word and deed of Yours was love; and we rejoice in Your love, which death could not exhaust — Your love, which shone resplendent in Your resurrection. We remember that burning fire of love which will never let You rest until Your chosen ones are all safely home, until Zion is glorified and Jerusalem is settled on her everlasting foundations of light and love in heaven.